Kelly and I were having a night out on the town, just good friends hanging out for each other's company, and for fun. I think it was her who made the suggestion initially, but I was also game, that we should go to a strip club. Now normally I wouldn't go to such a place with a woman, but she told me that she had been before and that this particular place had both male and female strippers, performing seperately. Such a thing was new to me, but I went along with it. After all, each of us would have our moments of entertainment and we could duck out and go to the bar or maybe another room when appropriate. When the guys came on I could go get us some drinks, she said. And likewise with the girls. I could have my fun too.
'Who knows, maybe I'll even buy you a private dance with your favourite girl!' she said encouragingly.
The club was in a reasonable part of town, and certainly wasn't anything too seedy. When we got there, the place was rammed, full of people, noisy and pretty hot. As soon as Kelly had found us a table, I headed for the bar and got us both drinks, nothing too strong to start with. Judging by the rowdy crowd, the alcohol had been flowing for some time.
'The girl over there says they're just about to start the dancing,' Kelly said straight into my ear. 'It's guys first, so you'll have to wait. Bad luck!' she commented with a grin.
Kelly was pretty, and pretty lively too. We had never gone out, but she had had her fair run of boyfriends, and some wild sexual experiences as far as I could gather, although she never told me all the stories. She was slim, and a brunette, with a fairly ample chest, though I tended not to make any crude comments to her face. She was a great girl, and if she hadn't already been an old friend, I would have asked her out straightaway. I was pretty single that night, and hadn't been on a date in months. Sexually I had been having to make do with nights in by myself for a little while now, usually watching a little porn or fantasising about my favourite female star. It had to end sometime, and it had all been a little unsatisfying. I wasn't sure what the night would bring, but I hoped it would be fun and give us both something of a buzz.
A cheer went up suddenly from the women in the audience as the glittery curtains were drawn back. There stood five well-built guys in tuxedos. This was my cue to duck out. I looked around me, but the place was so crowded by now that I would have had a job getting to the bar again. What the hell. I would have to keep Kelly company. I didn't really fancy seeing the guys naked, but I didn't think I would find it objectionable either. After all, I had been to the gym before and showered there with other guys. It wasn't a problem. My time seeing the female strippers would come and I was looking forward to it.
The tuxes quickly came off, much to the delight of the women in the crowd and possibly a few men. The suits had obviously been attached with velcro for a quick release; it was the usual kind of stuff. The five strippers, four white guys and one black, were now left in their white shirts and bow ties, and gold underwear slips, as well as socks and black boots. They girated around in time with the pumping music, and each other. I was watching Kelly get excited and wave her arms in the air as she whooped out loud and shouted for more. For a few moments I turned my attention to the strippers. I had to admit that they were in amazing shape, from what I could see. Their legs were on display and they looked slim, toned and muscular. Suddenly the bow ties were pulled off, and then the guys started to unbutton their shirts as they turned around, girating all the while. It was an impressive show, and Kelly and many others in the room were loving it.
In a few moments the shirts were gone and the guys' torsos were on display. The five of them were all slightly different builds, but all of them worked out, no doubt about it. I shifted in my chair a little uncomfortably as one of the guys caught my eye and winked as he danced. It was only for a split second, and then he was clearly catching the eye of others in the audience too. I thought little of it. The five strippers girated even more suggestively for a few seconds, before thrusting their hips forward and back. They were certainly leaving little to the imagination! Kelly yelled and whooped once more, and I saw one of the other strippers wink at her. She was getting her thrills alright.
The strippers turned away from the audience to reveal their round, muscular backsides. Thrusting their hips back and forth once more, they all bent over, and their golden slips rode up their asscracks, revealing almost more than I wanted to see. But it drove the audience wild. I shifted in my seat once again, and looked around a little anxiously. The women watching were chanting in rhythm, to the tune of 'more, more, more'. Once again, the guys turned around, and the same guy as before looked at me, smiled a slightly wicked grin, and winked. Then he reached down and unclipped his slip. In fact all the guys on the stage did it, but my attention was taken up with this guy. I found it embarassing. Why was he looking at me? I knew that during the dance, they had been looking at alot of people 'personally' and that it was part of their act, but still. For a moment, I was red-faced.
A few seconds later, the gold coloured slips were held dangling in front of the guys' crotches. I found myself wondering, as a guy comparing himself with other guys, how big their tools would be. It was natural I guess. And it was possible that I was just that little bit caught up in the moment as well. For reasons I didn't yet quite understand.
As the roars and rhythmical chants from the crowd reached a crescendo, five golden slips were removed and five bare crotches were revealed. Five naked cocks, for all in the audience to see. They varied in size a little, but all were fairly large, even in their soft state. All of the men sported hair above their groins, but every cock and pair of balls hanging below were clean shaven. I gasped at the sight. These guys were professionals, and I had to admire the look, like pornstars, except of course they were strippers. Right now there didn't seem to be a huge difference, at least not in appearance.
Next to me, Kelly was screaming and yelling for more. I don't know quite what she expected to happen. This was a strip show, and they had nothing left on, not a stitch apart from socks and boots, and I doubted very much that anyone cared about those coming off.
The five guys carried on dancing, girating and thrusting in time, turning away to show their tight asses, tensing and relaxing the large round muscles. As I watched, I found more and more that I couldn't turn away. I was becoming transfixed, watching these men, and mesmerized. They turned towards us again, and their huge cocks and heavy balls swung back and forth under the spotlight. Once more, that same stripper caught my eye, but this time he held my gaze for a few moments as he continued to dance with the others. I felt a slight nervousness in my stomach; it was almost excitement, but I wasn't sure what it meant. Did he mean to be looking at me? Maybe he was looking at someone behind me, one of the ladies in the audience, or even one of the other men. I decided that I wanted him to be looking at me this time, I wanted to be the one he had under some kind of spell.
The five men swiped their hands over their groins and crotches, without touching their cocks, and then suddenly the show was over. They bowed, waved to the audience and then disappeared behind the glittery curtain, in a line, one by one. Just then, I felt like I needed a pee, and I turned to Kelly. She grinned broadly, as if to say, through the noise, that she was having an amazing time. 'It's your turn next,' she mouthed. I indicated that I had to go for a minute, and she nodded. I looked for the 'gents' sign and headed for it.
The loo was towards the back of the club, round the side of the stage, as far as I could see. I slipped through a door and found myself in a darkened corridor. It wasn't entirely clear where I was meant to go next, and as my eyes adjusted to the light, I started to move along the passage, looking around for another sign. I could hear the muffled sounds of music from the rest of the club, and then some shouts and cheers. I had better hurry, I thought. The female strippers would be on soon and I didn't want to miss that.
Just then, another door some way down the corridor opened and someone came out into the corridor. The person headed in my direction. As they came closer, I could roughly make out the face. It was a man, that much I could tell. In a second, he was a few metres away. As I looked him up and down, and he came into more light, I noticed that he was naked. For a split second, I was shocked, until I realised that it must be one of the strippers. After all, they had only just come off the stage. Clearly he hadn't dressed yet. I was a touch embarassed, but I plucked up some courage, and said 'Hi, I was looking for the gents, perhaps you could...'
The man continued to approach me as I spoke, and he didn't stop, at first. The corridor was a little narrow for both of us, so I turned to one side as he went past. He brushed past me, and turned to face me as he did so. I shuddered as I realized it was the guy who had been winking at me. His naked chest rubbed against my shirt and, indeed, my own chest underneath. In fact his whole torso rubbed against me, along with the rest of his body. His cock and balls rubbed against my groin and crotch. He stopped for a moment, pressed against me, but he didn't flicker.
'Down there,' he gestured down the corridor.
For a few moments I felt the heat of him against me, another man pressed up to me there in the passageway. Then he was gone, pushing past, turning away and continuing in the other direction.
I watched him go, noticing his smooth shaven body, muscular back and ass, his buttocks tensing and relaxing with each step. He disappeared into the darkness, and I was left alone.
My heart was beating fast, with nervousness and excitement all at the same time, and I suddenly became aware of the heat pumping through my groin, cock and balls. I had a raging hard-on.
I still needed to pee, so I made my way in the direction the guy had pointed, and found the loo. It took a while for my cock to come down, so that I could piss, but the gents was clean and well-kept and it was not a nasty environment to be waiting in. As I unzipped and released my softening cock opposite one of the urinals, I noticed the slippery liquid oozing from the tip. Precum. It showed my state. I relaxed and did my business, before washing my hands and heading back to the door. I still wanted to see some hot women strip, but I was already turned on, and not by the usual things. I needed some release.
I thought back to the way the male stripper had pushed past me a few minutes ago, and remembered the way he had rubbed himself against me. He hadn't had much choice what with the narrow corridor, but it was the way he had done it. There had been an urgency about it and yet he had seemed almost detached from the whole thing, as if this had happened before. He had seemed so in control, with his powerful physique and his large cock and balls down below. It had made me feel a little weak, although only momentarily. Weak with desire. That desire was now filling my body, inflaming me, heating up my groin once more, and my cock was once again stiffening rapidly, this time in my full awareness.
